Our house served a brief stint as a rental.

It's had a rather sad history.

First, David and LD's mom lived here but that didn't work out (not just the housing situation, but the marriage...)

Then came the age of the renters.

Enter The Scribbler!

The Scribbler lived here for about a year. She was six or so, cute little girl. From what I can understand she was hard of hearing, and that her mom had not yet learned to sign "Don't scribble on everything". All I can vouch for is that she scribbled on almost every flat surface in the house...

No joke... Every flat or semi-flat surface. Porous and non-porous. Vertical and horizontal.

This included the inside of the dishwasher... most of the walls (at least she was short so just the bottom half)... some of the doors... inside the closet... the bottom of the desk drawer... the front of the kitchen cabinets... inside the toilet (yes, really)...

The Scribbler...

When the lease was up The Scribbler's family painted the bottom half of the house in a similar shade of white and then moved into the house next door while the family decided what to do next as far as housing. We'd see The Scribbler from afar every once in a while with scribbling implement in hand.

One weekend, after The Scribbler's family moved on, the neighbors had a big ol' painting party.

Thanks to The Scribbler!